May 05

Back Again

A while back my blog died. I had no idea what went wrong and I had no wish to spend what would most like­ly be days of time fig­ur­ing it out. Instead, I just let it lan­guish. Over the years I tried half-​heartedly to fix it but to no avail.

Things in my life have changed and I thought that I would at least try to extract the old posts and maybe move to anoth­er sys­tem. So I start­ed the long process of get­ting into the data­base that holds the blog and after reset­ting sev­er­al pass­words and installing a new SSL cer­tifi­cate man­aged to get into the data­base. I found the right table and man­aged to extract the post data into an XML file. Now that I had the old posts I could start to cre­ate a new blog.

However, while I was there I fig­ured I would try one more time to fix the exist­ing one. I start­ed by try­ing to update WordPress but that failed because of a pass­word prob­lem. I fig­ured out how to get past that one and was able to upgrade to ver­sion 3.9 and then sud­den­ly every­thing start­ed work­ing again. I still have no idea what went wrong or what upgrad­ing did to fix it but at least I don’t have to start over.

Everything appears to be back the way it was and I was even able to acti­vate some of the new­er fea­tures that WordPress has added. The look-​and-​feel of the pages may change over the next cou­ple of weeks as I adjust those new fea­tures and even play with a new theme (the one I’m using was called Classic sev­er­al years ago).

At this point I do not real­ly no where I’m going to go with this blog and I may give it up again–we’ll just have to see.

Jun 12

Back to it

I took a bit of a hia­tus due to some issues in my life. I now have a new job with a dynam­ic com­pa­ny called RockYou and I’m back in school going for my mas­ters. These and a fw oth­er things have kept me from even con­sid­er­ing work­ing on a blog. But I’m now going to try and work on it again. We’ll see if I do bet­ter than last time. Only time will tell 

Feb 15

Google phone interview part I

I applied for a job at Google and thought I’d write about my expe­ri­ences with their inter­view process. Many oth­ers have writ­ten about the process and my expe­ri­ence was sim­i­lar to theirs. I sub­mit­ted my resume through their web site and even though the mar­ket isn’t great right now I got a response from one of their recruiters who I’ll call Carol.

Carol informed me that I had passed the first round by sub­mit­ting a resume that was good enough to ring some bells and that she was sched­ul­ing me for a phone inter­view. Right away my heart start­ed pounding—I heard about these myth­i­cal phone inter­views from the web. These minia­ture tort…er…interrogation ses­sions were renown for their abil­i­ty to bring even the might­i­est of us to tears.
 
“How about Wednesday?” she asked. “Wednesday is fine” my finely-​tuned grey mat­ter spit back with­out con­sid­er­ing a) I would be out of the area (oth­er peo­ple would call it a vaca­tion), b) it was only 4 days away (five if you count the day of dri­ving to get to my des­ti­na­tion), and c) I had­n’t talked with my wife about it. So not only did I not ask for more time but I had just com­mit­ted to spend­ing most of my (our) vaca­tion pre­ping for a mini inqui­si­tion. I could hear the con­ver­sa­tion in my head: “Oh hun­ny,” I would say to my wife, “you know those longs walks in the woods you were plan­ning on…well…and, ha ha, this is sooo funny…you see, he he…I just agreed to do a phone inter­view, ha ha, on Wednesday, he he, that, ha ha, I have to spend every (snick­er) hour of every day study­ing for! Isn’t that great? Hunny?” Yeah right. I’m a dead man.

Luckily I’m mar­ried to an under­stand­ing woman who decid­ed to be supportive—so sup­port­ive that she drove (she hates dri­ving on long trips) and had me study on the dri­ve up. She also had me research­ing the web for tips. Does any­one else see the irony of using Google to search for “Google phone inter­views?”

So the big day arrives. I have my phone ful­ly charged (yeah I’ve had the phone dies in the mid­dle of the impor­tant phone call), I have my notes, and most impor­tant­ly I have my pre­ferred caf­feine deliv­ery sys­tem: Coke. In fact I’m on my sec­ond when my wife says “Did you check to make sure the cell recep­tion is good?”

Cue the dramitic music and zoom in on the bars on my cell. At this point one could ask “what bars?” but I’m not sure that my heart could take that. “NO BARS!!” I screech not real­iz­ing that the human voice can actu­al­ly hit that high a tone. My wife looks at me like I’m…well…stupid. “You know it does­n’t work on the first floor. Go upstairs and check.” My wife is very patient. I get upstairs and look at the phone with trep­i­da­tion. One bar…two bars…three bars!…no two bars!..no three!…two…

I’m not sure how long I stood there watch­ing the third bar flick­er in and out until I real­ized that the best recep­tion is in the bed­room and I go in there. Yay! Four Bars!!!

I should men­tion at this point that the place we are stay­ing is out­side of Klamath Falls, OR and that there are hills between us and the cell tow­ers. There is one low spot that seems to line up with the bed­room on the sec­ond floor. I know this as we have been there sev­er­al times. I’m an engi­neer, OK a soft­ware engi­neer, but I under­stand the prici­ples and yet I can’t seem to get my brain wrapped around this and I’m about to take what is reput­ed to be a tough phone inter­view.

My phone rings. I’m doomed.